Eggs, Eggs Everywhere!

This time of year always reminds me of spring chicks. Farmguy and I were visiting our local feed store about a week ago to pick up more grain and supplies for our sheep and chickens, when I noticed folks at the store getting ready for a shipment of baby chicks.  Large galvanized tubs containing shavings, feeders, and waterers filled a small nursery area surrounded by square bales of hay, and posters explaining availability of various breeds of colorful chicks were displayed prominently. I felt like a child in a candy store. There were so many beautiful choices.  I stood for a while staring at all the pictures of cute, fuzzy chicks, and right as I was about to mention getting a few more, Farmguy looked at me.  He was shaking his head as he said, “NO, I know what you’re thinking.”  To which I replied, “You DO NOT.  I was only about to ask if we need more food for the barn cats. ” 😉

The following post is about a few beloved childhood memories of my first experience with keeping chickens.

Have a great day!!

fourth generation farmgirl

Growing up on a farm as a child afforded many wonderful experiences.  Meaningful experiences that shaped my values and inspired me.  I remember when I was about 6 or 7 years old, my dad decided that it would be nice to have fresh milk and eggs.  So, he bought a Holstein cow named Bessie and ordered chicks.  I remember sitting in our living room early in the morning before school with an old towel on my lap, carefully cradling a warm, fuzzy chick in my hands–marveling at its tiny body and feet as well as the soft, little sounds it made.  Every morning over the next 2-3 weeks, I would hurriedly get dressed and eat breakfast so that I could hold one for a few minutes before the school bus came.  I loved those little chicks!

As the chicks grew into hens, they would free range all through the pastures…

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